"That's right. Why are you so tough? Make yourself comfortable and not shabby." Qin He turned around with a smile on his face and followed the temptation.

"Don't ask too much, I will never tell you the core." The masked demon gritted his teeth.

"I know, I know, don't get excited. I'm not Feiyuwei. I didn't say I had to turn you upside down. It's a deal. You can bargain."

Qin He pulled the stool again, Shi Shiran sat down, and said with a smile: "Then let's start chatting."

"Let me ask you a name first. What is your name?"

"Feng Jingyu." The masked man hesitated for a moment and said reluctantly.

"How to write?"

"The wind blows, the thunder blows, the feather blows."

"The surname Feng is not common." Qin He's eyes were slightly scrutinizing.

"Do you think I would be stupid enough to lie about this kind of thing?" Feng Jingyu's tone was harsh.

"Okay, next, did you make that dwarf corpse puppet?" Qin He continued without being annoyed.

"no."

"Trained by White Lotus?"

Feng Jingyu's eyes flickered, hesitating for a moment and said: "Yes, and no."

"How do you say it?" Qin He became interested.

"Our Holy Religion is no longer one. The group of people who refine corpses are nominally under the Holy Religion, but in fact they are their own sect. I can only tell you so much."

"Very good, this is a good start."

Qin He smiled with satisfaction and said: "Then can I understand that the information about the corpse refining group is not the core secret of the White Lotus Sect, at least not for your sect."

"You devil." Feng Jingyu's expression changed, but he did not refuse clearly.

"Welcome to hell, believe me, devils are often more trustworthy than gods." Qin He's smile became even brighter.

"You ask." Feng Jingyu struggled for a moment and chose to compromise.

"Who are the people who are refining corpses, and what is the purpose of refining corpses?"

"Corpse Refining is a very ancient inheritance, older than the White Lotus Sect. The past cannot be explained clearly. In the past hundred years or so, they have gradually formed a sect called Corpse Refining Sect, which is very mysterious."

"What is the purpose of corpse refining?"

"Corpse puppets can be used to fight, make money, and practice. They have many uses. It is said that some high-level corpse puppets look exactly like living people and are lurking in the market."

"Do they all use living people to refine corpses?"

"Living corpse refining is just one kind, there are many more."

"Where did the corpse puppets in your hands come from?"

"Bought from Corpse Refining Sect."

"What is it used for?"

"This is a core secret, I refuse to answer." Feng Jingyu glared.

"Okay, let me change it to another one. Where is the person who sold the corpse puppet to you?" Qin He narrowed his eyes.

"This is also a core secret, I can't..." Feng Jingyu said.

Qin He stood up and interrupted directly: "This is the last question about the White Lotus Sect. I must know."

Feng Jingyu's expression suddenly looked like he had opened a dyeing workshop, and he said for a long time: "This time, this person's whereabouts are very mysterious. I don't know where he is. I only know that he opens an altar to refine corpses every month on the night of the full moon.

"

"Good."

Qin He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then the last question, what is the spell of your bag?"

As he spoke, Qin He took out the yellow cloth bag from his pocket.

…

After a while, Qin He walked out of torture room No. 10 with satisfaction.

Chang Wen and others were waiting not far away, not daring to eavesdrop.

Qin He called him over and said a few words, then left with a show of official authority and went to the Corpse Cremation Hall.

Counting with his fingers, this charming corpse has been burning for more than ten days.

Although the longer the time, the better the reward, but when he thought of this, Qin He couldn't help scratching his heart and wanted to know the progress.

Last time I saw Wei Wu reveal the mace that had been thrust into Mei's corpse, I thought it would be soon.

At this time, a cremator happened to be passing by. Qin He caught him and asked, and found that the situation was almost as expected. The cremation had only happened in the past few days.

Thus, the purpose of Qin He's trip was successfully achieved. After leaving Zhao Prison, he returned his clothes and returned to the crematorium.

When I arrived at the crematorium, I saw a man kneeling at the door.

At first glance, he turned out to be the old housekeeper of Liang Shijie's family, Laifu.

Oh!

You don't need to ask Qin He to know that Liang Shijie's family must have suffered from rice seedlings.

The body of Mr. Liang who was burned last time was only the symptoms of the disease and the roots were not removed at all.

The things lurking in the shadows that are harmful to people have not yet been eliminated.

Sure enough, when Laifu saw Qin He coming back, he immediately stood up and threw himself in front of Qin He. He burst into tears and said: "Master Qin, please save my Liang family. There is a monster causing trouble in the Liang family. I, Liang, have been killed in a few days."

There are more than 20 people in the family, and the Liang family has been ruined and destroyed!"

"More than twenty people died?"

Qin He was a little surprised, that thing was much more dangerous than he expected.

Laifu nodded, grabbed Qin He's clothes and cried, "Master Qin, please take action and save my Liang family."

"There are so many mages, monks, and Taoist priests in the world, but you come to me, the corpse burner. It's wrong. Besides, wouldn't it be better for you to report this kind of thing to the Feiyu Guards?" Qin He asked strangely.

"I dare not hide it from Master Qin. I did invite several mages before, but it was of no use. The monster was aroused even more fiercely. As for the Flying Fish Guard, my master..."

"Not all the way, Donglin Party?"

Laifu hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said: "Please invite Master Qin..."

"Sorry, not interested."

Qin He's face darkened, he threw him away and entered the crematorium.

joke.

If you beg me, I have to go?

It was unpleasant last time, so I'm not in the mood this time.

As for how many people have died in the Liang family, two ultimate philosophical questions can be perfectly answered.

One is none of your business.

One is none of my business.

That's right, it's none of my business.

Laifu was stunned. Qin He's refusal without warning instantly shattered the hope that had just risen in his heart. He instinctively stood up to stop Qin He, but was stopped by Yang Baitou who rushed out of the duty room. Yang Baitou raised his beard and said

: "The Army and Horse Division is an important place. No one can enter. If you dare to come in, believe it or not, I will take you to the Army and Horse Division."

Yang Baitou was much better than Qin He in this matter. The last time Qin He managed to get a reward, Yang Baitou got Liang Shijie's promise of "Thank you very much", but in the end he didn't get even a cent, and he was so angry that he was half dead.

This old man looks docile and indifferent to the world, but in fact he doesn't have a big heart.

Qin He didn't bother to worry about what happened next and went directly back to the crematorium.

When the big bastard saw Qin He coming back, he stretched his long neck out of the bucket and said, "Sir, that man is here again while you are away."

"Who?" Qin He was stunned.

"That's the person who went through your things last time."

Qin He narrowed his eyes slightly and felt a little angry in his heart.

Damn it, if there is a way to heaven, you don’t take it, and if there is no door to hell, you go through it twice.

I didn't have time to deal with you two days ago, but I still dare to come here today.
Chapter completed!